"D-Did something happen?" Amber wasn''t concerned for Jameson. She just needed to have everything


    under control to protect herself.


    "Sigh! Mr. Schmidt went to see Mr. Justin and found out that Mr. Justin sent the drug that Mr. Schmidt


    failed to deliver to the Taylors. All these while, Mr. Justin had never interfered with Mr. Schmidt and Ms.


    Alyssa''s business.


    "Now, at this juncture, he decided to show up as the good guy. Wouldn''t this paint Mr. Schmidt, the one


    who used the drug to threaten Mr. Winston, as a petty man?


    "Ms. Alyssa would hate and despise him even more. Mr. Justin is throwing Mr. Schmidt under the bus


    to make himself look good. Mr. Schmidt had every right to be outraged!"


    Comparisons are odious.


    Jameson had a well-thought-out n, but Justin''s interference had painted him like a fool.


    "Mr. Justin is not doing this for Mr. Jasper but for Ms. Alyssa."


    Carl sighed, "Mr. Schmidt had suspected Mr. Justin had feelings for Ms. Alyssa multiple times. From


    the looks of things, he is ready to cause trouble. How could he not panic?"


    Amber smiled sadly.


    Now, she realized—he was eager to send her to Justin like a token to stop Justin from having any


    ideas toward Alyssa.


    Suddenly, she respected and admired Alyssa deeply.


    Alyssa was an intelligentdy borne of riches. She was childhood friends with Jameson. Previously,


    when Jameson pursued her, she didn''t even fall for him. Instead, she exposed his true colors.


    Amber wanted to be like Alyssa, a woman with a clear consciousness and mental strength.


    If only she could be like her.


    When Carl returned to Jameson, the man had almost dismantled his entire luxurious room.


    Jameson exhausted his energy. He was panting as he slumped on the red velvet couch. He tugged his


    tie aggressively.


    "Why isn''t there any news from the people we sent to spy on the Taylors? Such a useless bunch! Aren''t


    they just asking for it?" "Mr. Schmidt, please calm down. Our men are working around the clock and


    monitoring the Taylors closely. If we dig deep enough, we will find something valuable in no time!"


    Carl''s phone rang as he finished.


    He took his phone and looked at his WhatsApp.


    Instantly, Carl''s eyes widened like his world had been shaken. He ran to Jameson and handed the


    phone to him. His hands were shaking terribly. "M-Mr. Schmidt, your chance to get back at them is


    here.


    Look!"


    Jameson frowned in annoyance andzily nced at the phone.


    The next second, he abruptly jumped up from his seat. He snatched the phone and stared at it intently.


    He kept zooming into the picture on the screen to confirm the identity of the two individuals kissing.


    "This can''t be wrong, Mr. Schmidt!"


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    Carl''s eyes widened. "If we publicized this groundbreaking information, it would cause a huge


    commotion. By then, you would have sessfully avenged yourself for all the pain you went through."


    A malicious and excited glint slowly grew in Jameson''s eyes. He suddenlyughed so manically that he


    was crying.


    After a long while, he handed the phone back to Carl. He leisurely sat on the couch again and poured


    himself a ss of red wine to celebrate.


    "What''s the rush? Even if we want to handle this, we shouldn''t get our hands dirty."


    Carl didn''t understand what he meant. "What are you saying?"


    Jameson smirked devilishly, cooking up a scheme in his mind, "Recently, we have a frustrated person


    who needs this chance to turn things around more than we do. Why don''t we give this to him?"